it's because we bought our
pictures pre-framed
that i can't
scrub you from my mind
friday the thirteenth
and a sewing machine
embroidering my new crest
on my shoulder:
i wave it like a banner,
warding you off and
crossing myself.
i will tune my heart
to anything but you
watching but never seeing--
we're all too far away
from someone
--it takes time to tame a fox.
